Student: “Miss, no one helped me when you were gone!”
Me: “Did you ask for help?”
Me: “Well, you have to ask for help!”
Student: “Ok, thanks Mrs. Crumpett.”
Me: “Who’s Mrs. Crumpet?”
Student: “You, miss!”
Me: “No, that’s not my name…?!”
Student: “Yes, it is!”
Me: “No, hon, I think I know my name and it’s not Crumpett!”
Student: “Then what is it?”
Me: “Miss [My Real Name].”
Student: “Oh, that doesn’t sound like Crumpett!”
Me: “I know!!”
I’ve been known by many names; some not all that polite. I even had a middle schooler call me Mrs. Banana for entire semester — but I am still Mrs. Crumpett to the young man above. I had to show him two forms of I.D. before he realized his error, but he’s never called me anything else. He graduates next year and I’m a little scared (and let’s face it, not-so-secretly pleased) that he’s going to yell “Hi Mrs. Crumpett!” as he walks across the stage.
Speaking of I.D.’s… If you know who I am, who I really am, I ask you to keep it to yourself. Like Mathnet, “The names are made up, but the problems are real” so please help me to protect everyone’s privacy. I thank you and my students thank you.